Before I say anything, I hear a gunshot and jump. I try to sit up to see who pulled the trigger, but there’s no time before the bus jerks hard to the right and hits something. It’s twisting and turning as I’m thrown from the seat and away from Alex who I desperately try to grab onto. “Fuck,” I yell as I slam down on the ground onto my hands and knees, fingers digging deep into the carpet of my living room floor.
